One morning, as I am walking down the hill toward the marshy area on my road listening to the wonderful, behind-the-scenes chorus of the resident warblers — chestnut-sided, redstart, yellow, ...
IN NATURE, vol. vii. p. 362, I made the assertion that I had “never seen a kingfisher take its food otherwise than by swallowing it whole, while yet upon the wing,” and therefore questioned the truth ...